If I could eat whatever I wanted, my food intake would essentially be carbs, carbs, more carbs, some carby protein, some carbs with fat on them, bacon and then more carbs. I would craft a house of a gigantic freshly baked French boule and whenever I got hungry, I would slather the walls with jam and then work on making a new window. My bed would be an enormous stack of fluffy pancakes and I would rest my head on a puff of cotton candy. And I would weigh approximately 8,000 pounds.

Currently, I eat a modified South Beach food plan, which is doing what it is supposed to be doing, only my breakfast routine is hampered, as I am no longer able to snack on handfuls of granulated sugar, as we've discussed before.

The refrigerator is the last thing I see before dashing out the door, and sitting right on the top shelf is a little bowl of wax-covered Laughing Cow Babybels, mini Goudas and mild Cheddars. They are marketed as "perfect snacks to grab when you're on the go," but I find that two 'bels for breakfast leaves my tummy pretty happy, and I don't even wonder, "Where's the fucking cracker?" when I'm noshing on a wedge. Each waxy parcel holds 5 or 6 grams of protein with zero carbs, so I can indulge in my morning Starbucks mocha without worrying about spiking an insulin reaction or whatever the science is behind South Beach's magic. The Light Babybels have only 3 grams of fat and 50 calories, but really, at 70 calories and 5 or 6 grams for the high octane version, unless you're watching your calories and fat to the letter, the extra indulgence isn't enough to worry about. Really, just leave a sip of Red Bull in the bottom of the can and you've made up the difference. 

As an added bonus, if you're a crafty type of person, I bet you could come up with some really clever way to reuse the little wax carapace that is left after you have eaten the cheesy goodness. In fact, a super crafty person might come up with a little wax bust of their boss, cast in red and orange that gives off a vague cheese funk (just like said boss). I am not that person but I invite you to post pictures of said creations in the comments section!

However, consider this fair warning: Pack heat in the form of teeth whitening gum or perhaps a quick gargle with mouthwash before you have any face time. Those two little chunks of cheese when combined with your morning coffee will give you the breath of Beelzebub and your coworkers will wither and expire across the conference room table. --Weetabix


3 Comments

Mary-Lynn said:

If you ever build your dream house can I be your roommate? I'll make all the drapes out of bacon.

Kelly Mills said:

I was thinking of using the cheese wax to do a few things:
-sculpt myself the most perfect pair of boobies ever, and then use 'em as a more pungent alternative to the wonderbra. Because of course, we are all looking for the more pungent alternative.
-create explosive devices like MacGyver
-just make something to snuggle.

C said:

The Laughing Cow people own my life right now. Those little swiss cheeses? I could cry from joy thinking of them.

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